"They call 'em 'Shadow'." Laswell whispered to Price as the Task Force and her made their way through an abandoned building. Bodies littered like trash, unrecogniseable.. Your work.. A real Shadow's work..

You were one of the deadliest assassins out there, no one knew your name, nothing, like if you weren't even real. You blend in with the night, kill everything in your path. Even the Shadow Company looked like a joke compared to you. And the Task Force had been sent to capture you. A suicide mission if you will.

You were suited up, all your gear set as you put on your mask, covering up your whole, scarred face. A black mask with grey details and grey eyes. It was all up to you. Show mercy and join them, or let them join the bodies scattered around.